Ok, so back in HS I was hanging out with my friend Mike (R.I.P.) and we met up with his friend Jason. Now Jason is a paranoid schizophrenic... Big time. Everybody calls him Etch... As in etch-a-sketch. Everything would be cool one minute, then he would climb out of a window and start going to dig holes somewhere, either hiding shit or looking or things e thought he had hidden already. He would have to get weekly shots from the health department so he wouldn't go off the rails. The sheriff's dept would have to send a deputy with them because he tended to freak out and think they were trying to poison him.
Anyway, it was winter, cold out and Mike and I were looking for a place to smoke, so we go over to Etch's apartment. Etch was a little anxious, but not too bad for him, but he said we could only smoke in the bathroom today because he was paranoid about one thing or another. Usually we just smoke anywhere in the apartment, but whatever, it's Etch. So we go in the bathroom and we start to smoke a bowl.
As the bowl is being passed, Etch looks down on the floor for awhile and then picked something up off of the floor. He gets all excited, holds it up and says "I think it's hash. It's fucking hash dude!" lost. Doubtful, Mike asked him when the last time he even had any hash was, but Etch assured him hat he had just pulled out a hidden stash he had the other day and he had dropped and lost the now found hash chunk. Mike handed the bowl to Etch, who then mashed the hash on top of the last bowl we were smoking. He lit the pipe, got the hash sizzling, and took a monster rip from the pipe.
It took half a second, but Etch's face changed. His lungs, erupting like a volcano, spewed out a enormous toxic cloud that immediately filled the bathroom with the unmistakable smell.... Of burning feces. The secret stash of bathroom hash, the mystery shit, mystery no more, was just a turd.
Mike's pipe was wrecked too. He tried cleaning it out, but once it has been used to smoke a poop chunk, you gotta let that shit go. That flavor is in there forever, I don't care how well you clean it.
Yeah. I ran out for the first time in more than 4 months. Dude was supposed to have my shit yesterday and it fell through. Had to bum some of my own shit from a buddy I sold a bag to last night. Fucking disgusting
>watching double g news with nemo hoes >high as fuck at a friends house > <:-P >watch snoop and redman smoking weed prolly finer than i'll ever know >in blunts >thought of jobe :-j
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Anyway, it was winter, cold out and Mike and I were looking for a place to smoke, so we go over to Etch's apartment. Etch was a little anxious, but not too bad for him, but he said we could only smoke in the bathroom today because he was paranoid about one thing or another. Usually we just smoke anywhere in the apartment, but whatever, it's Etch. So we go in the bathroom and we start to smoke a bowl.
As the bowl is being passed, Etch looks down on the floor for awhile and then picked something up off of the floor. He gets all excited, holds it up and says "I think it's hash. It's fucking hash dude!" lost. Doubtful, Mike asked him when the last time he even had any hash was, but Etch assured him hat he had just pulled out a hidden stash he had the other day and he had dropped and lost the now found hash chunk. Mike handed the bowl to Etch, who then mashed the hash on top of the last bowl we were smoking. He lit the pipe, got the hash sizzling, and took a monster rip from the pipe.
It took half a second, but Etch's face changed. His lungs, erupting like a volcano, spewed out a enormous toxic cloud that immediately filled the bathroom with the unmistakable smell.... Of burning feces. The secret stash of bathroom hash, the mystery shit, mystery no more, was just a turd.
"hash, guys"
you fuckin kidding me? lmao
Yea boii
>high as fuck at a friends house
> <:-P
>watch snoop and redman smoking weed prolly finer than i'll ever know
>in blunts
>thought of jobe :-j